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mahoushojo-chan · 5 months

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Astarion x Tav || bathing

when you wash your hair

synopsis: She soaks her hands in water and finds herself surprised to learn that it’s warm, with a sweet, heady scent. Astarion’s prepared dozens of bathing supplies on the side, freshly-washed towels and lotions and other She cups the water in her hands and pours it onto the back side of his head, letting her hands through his hair, and he closes his book before leaning back into her touch with a sigh. Both of his arms fall over the edge, and he lets the book fall to the ground in favour of relaxing.

A quiet moment where Tav gets to wash Astarion's curls.

an excerpt of ‘cause my love (is mine, all mine)

word count: 2224

pairing: astarion/tav

other tags: f!reader, hurt/comfort, bathing, slight angst, non-sexual intimacy, romantic tension, friends to lovers, washing astarion's pretty hair, not being used to love or loving, help these idiots please

now listening: when you wash your hair - matt maltese

ao3: here

concept: washing hair... and reviewing books, a little

Tav stabilizes herself by quietly singing a soft melody as she undresses herself, wrapping a towel over her chest and carrying her wicket basket to the tub.

“You tried to be someone you are not,” she sings, her voice echoing off the lavatory walls, “Now the morning sweeps you up, you take your evening outfit off, you run—”

She freezes, her voice raising sharply on the last note upon seeing the occupied tub—or rather, seeing a very handsome elf leaning against the edge, one pale arm draped around the edge and the other carefully holding up a book above the steaming waters.

“Don’t stop on my account. If I can close my eyes, I can almost pretend I have the luxury of a personal serenade.” She hears him say.

Normally, she would meet his banter by asking if she’s a pet songbird, or perhaps tease that he can receive a personal serenade from her anytime, but she’s still a little embarrassed, so she turns away. “Sorry, I can—”

“Nothing you haven’t seen before. No point in playing the blushing virgin now,” he adds, voice dropping into temptation.

“You don’t mind?” She asks, turning her head but not quite looking yet. It was his call.

“I don’t.” Astarion replies, and finds himself mildly surprised by his response, then, with a tilt of his head, he asks, “Do you?”

“Are you joking? You’re beautiful.” She tells him, and she hears his flattered sigh. “You probably won’t want to share with the sick, though.”

He’s silent for a moment, pensive. But then he tells her, “I’ll be out soon enough. Just a little longer.”

It’s not an insult for him to reject her. In some ways, it makes her rather happy to know that he knows he is free when it comes to her. So, with a grin, she offers, “Then can I help?”

“What?” Astarion asks, surprised. He lowers his book slightly.

“You’ve taken care of me this whole week. It’s the least I can do.” She says, looking for an accommodation. She folds her hands behind her back, waiting for his response.

“You don’t have to,” he reassures.

“I want to.” She replies simply, but doesn’t approach him yet. Then, she modestly asks to remind him his choice, “Will you let me?”

“Who am I to deny such a gracious offer?” Astarion answers as nonchalant as he can. “That is… you’re welcome to… I mean to say that… I’d like it if you’d stayed, as well.”

He hates admitting it, more to himself than to her. Sometimes it feels that whenever he’s starting to pull away, she’s always there to bring him back.

He can hear her little jump of excitement as she finally stops holding back and bounds towards him, moving a stool away closer to the tub before taking a seat on it.

She soaks her hands in water and finds herself surprised to learn that it’s warm, with a sweet, heady scent. Astarion’s prepared dozens of bathing supplies on the side, freshly-washed towels and lotions and other She cups the water in her hands and pours it onto the back side of his head, letting her hands through his hair, and he closes his book before leaning back into her touch with a sigh. Both of his arms fall over the edge, and he lets the book fall to the ground in favour of relaxing.

Astarion had been soaking for a long time, his bath long due, and this was his first time to relax in days, to little avail. Mostly because he hasn’t been able to get Tav off his mind. Actually, he had begun reading his current novel to distract him from her.

Finally, she takes a bar of soap and lathers her hands with it before working the suds into Astarion’s hair. His thoughts dissipate as she runs her hands through his curls. Her nails scratch against his scalp lightly, and he’s pretty sure if he were capable of melting, he would have from her touch. Icarus he was not, but her touch is warm and comforting and the water laps at his chest gently and the balance between the two feels so precariously pleasant that when she finally pulls away, he can’t help but pout at her.

All she’s doing is getting a comb for him.

While she lets her hands absentmindedly card through his hair, smoothing out the tangles. His hair curls, wild and free, even when sopping wet. He ends up looking a little shaggier, and although he detests looking anything less than perfect, he doesn’t seem to mind when it comes to Tav.

Her skin is flushed after a few minutes, hovering between a pink and scarlet colour, though he can’t tell if it’s from him or the heat of the tub or her fever.

But then she asks, “What were you reading?” and he feels like he’s about to lose it because of how engrossed he is in the book.

“It’s the most ridiculous drivel I’ve ever read!” He exclaims.

“You seem rather fond of it. You were reading it while I was sick, weren’t you?” Tav asks, giggling slightly. “What’s it about? What do you hate so much about it?”

He scoffs. “Where can I start, darling. It’s told from the point of view of a sidekick, at best. They frame it as his ‘best friend’, but they’re leagues apart from each other. I mean, the main love interest, and the supporting main character, is such a beautiful, incredible and invigorating immortal hero. He’s an absolute god of a being, and he falls in love with the main character—this slave boy, a vague nobody, barely characterized by his devotion towards his saviour.”

“Hmm. It sounds tragic,” she says, empathetically.

“Don’t give me that! I take you for someone with better taste than this.” He says. “It’s hardly romantic.”

“You seem personally offended,” Tav notes.

“Well, I have rights to speak on this matter, as an immortal myself.” He explains. “I mean, what reason would this hero have to fall in love with a slave?”

“Do you need a reason to love?” Tav asks him quietly, fingers carding through his hair.

It sounds like she has her own thoughts on the matter, but wants to hear Astarion’s opinion, which takes him aback for a moment. But because she’s listening to him intently, he explains, “Even so, surely the immortal would get bored of a slave after a while, no? The hero finds it endearing just because the ordinary is so new to him, but how could an attraction founded on a novelty, at best, last?”

He cuts himself off, because he doesn’t want to explain how he relates to the piece any further, because in his eyes, he sees himself in that little slave boy, though he resents to admit it. That comparison alone makes him think too much of his relationship with Tav, because he can’t help but think if they hadn’t been abducted together, someone like Tav would have never been interested in him.

Then Tav stops massaging his scalp. At first, Astarion worries he’s been caught brooding and self-deprecating again, and he knows Tav always feels some personal duty to relieve him of it, so he quickly asks, “What’s on your mind?”

She shakes her head, and looks down at him with a reassuring smile. “Just… the heat is getting to me, a little.”

“Don’t give me that. Did I—did I say something wrong?” He asks, shifting a little in the bath.

“No, no. I’m just thinking about the book,” she assures him, but he knows that’s only half the truth. “I just found myself empathizing, that’s all.”

“Do you see yourself as the immortal, all-loving hero, then?” Astarion asks, a little worried. The last thing he wants to do is encourage her to leave him, but then—

“No. If I am any character in your book, I would likely be the slave.”

Her admission surprises him, and he turns back towards her. “You? There’s nothing ordinary or plain about you, and you’re hardly someone that needs to be rescued.”

She doesn’t explain any further, but she knows she is the slave in his story.

It is always like this: when she stops being useful or interesting to him, he will discard her. The second she becomes a burden onto him, the moment that the effort it takes to keep her surpasses her usefulness, she will be nothing at all to him. She feels like this is true, even if he won’t admit it. This is how most relationships were, even if people didn’t realize it.

She’s happy that it’s so straightforward with Astarion, though. He doesn’t do a very good job to conceal his goals or selfishness. She likes his honesty. She would resent it if he ever came to lose his boundaries, fall back into servitude or people-pleasing habits.

“There have been times that I have, but no one did end up saving me. Sometimes I think it would be nice to be saved.”

Astarion can’t say anything, because he understands her well, but at the same time, he actually did end up being saved, by her.

After a moment of silence, save for the occasional dripping of water as Tav finishes washing the suds out of his hair, Astarion finally parts from her touch to stretch. “Well, that’s enough for me. Best leave before the water turns my hands into prunes.” He says, then turns around to Tav, raising his eyebrow scandalously. “Shall I wash your hair, then?”

He doesn’t really expect her to decline, but she gives him a small, strained smile and says, “I really would like to be alone right now. I’ve been waited on hand and foot for the past week. You’re not my butler.”

But Astarion looks at her with such sympathetic red eyes, more honest and affectionate than anyone would expect from him, and it almost seems like he might reach out and hold her. If he shows her any more love tonight, she might fall apart entirely, and she doesn’t want to admit how much ability he has to unmake her.

“Very well.” He agrees, and she gives him a towel before turning around, and he finds it pitifully hilarious how she attempts to preserve his modesty, even when she’s seen everything about him, purely because he wished it. He gets out of the tub and wraps the towel around his waist, collecting his clothes. “If you need me, I’ll be here.” He tells her.

Still, she tells him, “Thank you,” before he hears her disrobe and settle into the tub with a satisfied sigh.

He thinks about her earlier confession: that she doesn’t know how to be loved. He thinks about the way she cried when she received his gift, even though—shouldn’t she have expected it? She had given him so many gifts, did she really believe he would never reciprocate?

“Astarion,” she calls out, and he turns around, looking at her back as she sits thoughtfully in the tub.

“Yes, love?” He asks.

“I need to be someone terrible, soon.” She tells him, and he isn’t sure what she means. “I don’t want you around for it, I think.”

It’s because she sounds hesitant that Astarion assures her, “I’ll always be here. Through thick and thin.”

She lets out a small hum of assent, and sinks into the tub. It doesn’t seem like she’ll say more, so he leaves. He doesn’t stray far—he takes a seat on the cobblestone outside of the bathing area, and opens his book, because although she said she wanted to be alone, he doesn’t really think that’s the case.

With a bit of reluctance, he wonders what it is, exactly, that she’s planning to do.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion romance #fanfic #writing #astarion x mc #astarion fic #bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion my beloved #tav x astarion #mahoufiction #hair washing

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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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Hello friend! Can you do a Larissa x daughter reader who suffers from chronic pain and has a really bad flair so mama takes care of her? Washes her hair, snuggles, all the good stuff? Thank you!!!!

Chronic pain in my butt

Pairings: weems x reader (daughter)

Word count: 1K

Summary: Reader has chronic pain, and her mother is there for her.

TW: chronic pain (that’s pretty much it)

A/n I enjoy ur requests and I’m slowly getting through them all. Thanks to everyone that’s being patient.

Today had been a struggle. Everything hurt. Chronic pain is no joke. But still you soldiered on. You made it all the way to lunch before you called it quits. Shouldering your backpack, you stood and left the classroom with your peers. However, while they headed to get lunch from the great hall you went the other way. Walking into the principal's office without knocking would surely end badly for any student that tried it. Any student but you, after all Larissa was your mother. Seeing she wasn’t in her office felt like a small blessing, sure you wanted her to coddle you just a little, but your head felt like it was splitting open. And after all the talking in the last few classes you worried it really might split open with how much it hurt.

Everything was heavy, your arms, legs, all of it. Throwing your backpack on your desk you flopped bonelessly onto your bed and threw an arm over your eyes not bothering to close the blinds. You had no idea what time it was anymore as you drifted off to sleep. Beautiful painless sleep.

Larissa had been called out of her office for the third time that day, the first two were for meetings and the third was to deal with a pair of rowdy furs which had broken one of Marilyn’s pot plants while wrestling. She knew it was only partly their fault with where we are in the lunar calendar. It was kind of like lunar PMS. It came in all different forms. Some of the furs get sad and some get extra hyper and … well… the list goes on.

She drew deep breathes walking back to her office massaging her temples. She barely had time to say goodbye to you before both of you went off to deal with your respective days in turn.

Getting back to her office she was glad to see nobody lurking nearby with more problems for her to solve. Shutting the door behind her she made her way through to the back of her office and into your and her shared living space to make herself a strong black coffee.

Walking in she was surprised to see your bedroom door shut, surely that had been open when she left this morning. Deciding to do some parental investigation she turned the handle and pushed it open. Sighing when she saw you on the bed your brow furrowed in unconscious pain.

She let out a defeated sigh, she knew what this was. As much as she disliked it, not for her sake but for yours, she knew a bad pain day when she saw one. How could she have missed it this morning? Oh. Right. That stupid board meeting. Quietly toeing off her heels so she didn’t wake you she walked over to your windows and drew the blinds before walking over and sitting beside you.

With a soft hand she rubbed your arm in an attempt to rouse you from sleep. She was met with an angry swat as you tried to bat her hand away and stay asleep. Larissa chuckled softly and smiled.

“Darling, it's time to get up. Honey, we need to change your clothes into something comfy. I’ll even wash and braid your hair if your like sweetheart.” She coaxed and you let out a small whine and opened one eye.

“Whyyy mum?” You said and she cupped your cheek with her hand rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone.

“There she is.” Larissa smiled.

“Yes. Here i am. Yay me.” You said in a dull tone making her laugh.

“Come on” she said hauling you into a sitting position against the headboard. “Arms up. You may be in chronic pain Darling, but you're a chronic pain in my butt.” She said with a joking smile, and you complied mirroring her smile which was soon replaced with a wince.

After she had your blazer, shirt and shorts off she left you to change into a swim bikini so she could help you have a warm bath to help your muscles.

Once she was back, she helped you into the big bathtub in your ensuite. Pouring in a generous amount of lavender bath bubbles she grabbed the old cup from the sink and began to pour water over your head, shielding your eyes with her hand on your brow as if she was trying to block out the sun for you. She had a lamp on in the corner set up specifically for times like this, so the light was dim enough to not make your head hurt, but bright enough to see what you were doing.

You let your eyes drift shut as your mum lathered up your white-blonde hair with shampoo and massaged it into your scalp. You let out a content hum and she chuckled softly. After rising it out and adding conditioner she left you to wash yourself and hop out.

About ten minutes later she was waiting for you on your bed clad in lounge-ware. Crawling into the space next to her on the bed she wrapped her arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve got you darling. Mama’s here baby.” She said into your hair. After a short snuggle session, she sat you up again despite your portents and ran a comb through your hair. Sectioning it in straight lines she used her perfectly manicured fingers to braid your hair into two Dutch braids to keep it out of your way for the next few days if the pain continued. After that she tied the two plaits off with little elastics and gently laid you back again.

You settled your head under your mother's chin and curled into her. She ran a hand up and down the sides of your spine as you fell asleep. Finally, content and feeling a little bit better. It wasn’t much but you would take it.

MASTERLIST

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frostypawns · 2 months

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TIPS FOR BATH TIME!

𝟏. . . ੭* ‧₊° The best order for washing your hair is pre-shampoo > shampoo > hair mask > conditioner > leave in!

𝟐. . . ੭* ‧₊° Wash your body after washing your hair! When you wash your hair, the dirtiness falls down on your body. So, it's better to wash your body after the hair so it can be all clean!

𝟑. . . ੭* ‧₊° Wipe off your makeup before bath! Even if you're not going to take a hot shower, it's always best for makeup and sweat not mix with each other.

𝟒. . . ੭* ‧₊° Don't wash your face in hot water! While taking a bath, you might think it's better to clean your face during it, but it's definitely not! Hot water can open and irritate your pores, so it's going to damage more other than cleaning.

𝟓. . . ੭* ‧₊° Use your hair mask with a difference of 48 hours! Also, always do it by locks instead of just putting it all over your hair. I feel like it's easier and it can give a more soft finish to your hair.

𝟔. . . ੭* ‧₊° Wash your hair in cold water! I know many don't like taking a cold shower (me too ;> ), but it's better to refresh your body and to not irritate your scalp. If you really don't want or it's not possible to take a cold shower, I recommend washing your hair alone in it!

𝟕. . . ੭* ‧₊° Only apply shampoo on your scalp and conditioner on the length and ends! I know many might know this already, but I think it's a good reminder!

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⋆ೃ࿔thanks for reading till the end!! see you next time, sweetie ;]

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psybangrr · 8 months

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#painting #black women #flowers #ballet #black history #disney #it girl #hair washing #motherhood

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ursulawhosoever · 8 months

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" Depois de lavar e hidratar profundamente seu cabelo e ele parece a nuvem mais delicada feita por anjos, amado por Jesus e beijado pela graça de Deus." Simmm👩🏾‍🦱💜🙏🏽

Yesss haha

#blackgirl #black girl magic #black girl aesthetic #curly hair #coily hair #hair washing #cabelo crespo #ebony #hair cream #creme #funny #meme

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saskia-mae · 2 months

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my sunday reset routine

hi everyone! this is everything I try to get done on an ideal sunday, I might not get everything done but I always aim to :)

I have everything split into four categories: organising, studying, self care and winding down.

organising

tidy my bedroom

brain dump all my tasks for the week ahead

plan my week ahead

meal prep my lunches

change my pillowcase/bedsheets

sort my clean laundry

organise my email inbox

pack my schoolbag

track my finances in my expenses book

studying

make sure all my homework for the week ahead is done

do some revision

do my Bible study

self care

wash my hair

do my skincare routine

baking

winding down

crochet

read in bed

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danskjavlarna · 1 year

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#hair washing

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trashland-llamas · 7 months

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Soap’s VA (Neil Ellice) stimboard + bath related things

🫧 🛁 🫧 / 🛁 🫧 🛁

#call of duty #cod #cod stimboards #neil ellice #stimboards #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #bath toys #bath bombs #hair washing #soap making #soap cutting

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hushed-chorus · 1 year

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Hi everyone, I hope you are all keeping well. Thank you everyone who’s tagged me this last week or two (and thank you to @artsyunderstudy for the lovely shout-out!).

I’ve been going through some stuff, but I think I’m seeing the other side of it (with some help from fandom lovelies – thank you, folks <3). I'm looking forward to digging into posts again today.

I’m gently making progress with What Remains After The Storm. Yesterday I posted chapter four. It features gorgeous art from @erzbethluna. (Seriously, she’s knocked it out of the park!)

Here's a sneak preview of chapter five, with Simon washing Baz's hair.

I raise the bucket and slowly douse him with water. It presses the waves out of his hair, letting it end in a feathery trail between his shoulders. I run my fingers through its length, sweeping away the suds.

Birds skitter and sing in the branches overhead and the stream murmurs, but this is all just a backdrop to the sound of Baz’s breathing. Those soft, deep breaths. The rise and fall of his back, his loose shoulders, skin shifting over bone.

Hellos and pressure-free tags below the cut

@johnwgrey @bookish-bogwitch @facewithoutheart @captain-aralias @raenestee @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @yeonjunenby @cutestkilla @ivelovedhimthroughworse @larkral @stitchyqueer @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @sailorblossoms @ileadacharmedlife @confused-bi-queer @aristocratic-otter @tea-brigade @whogaveyoupermission @nightimedreamersworld @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @onepintobean @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @shrekgogurt @theearlgreymage @martsonmars

#six sentence sunday #simon snow fic #hair washing

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heckalecki · 9 months

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Series: Part 36 of The Before, The During and The After Summary:

"Steve first lathered a little shampoo into his wet palms, before massaging it into Bucky’s scalp, focusing on the crown. Buck huffed out a content little sigh and Steve honest to god felt his heart squeeze. There weren’t many times that Bucky looked as relaxed as in the bath. His achy bones and tight muscles melting into the hot, shimmery water. His eyebrows pointed upwards, not down, no such thing as a frown in the bath. Nothing for Bucky to worry about, nothing for him to work out. Nothing but Steve’s gentle touch and the sweet perfume of the honey and milk bubble bath. "

Bucky has a long and specific hair care routine. Steve has it down to an art. Lots of fluff and gentleness between these two saps.

#thebeforetheduringandtheafter #stucky #stucky fanfic #fluff #hair washing

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melodux · 2 years

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Josuke Body Worship Week Day 1: Hair/Face | Kissing

Ship: Josuke x gn!reader

Rating: Mature (for descriptions/mentions of a boner)

Summary: It's you and Josuke's first shower together.

full text and ao3 link under the cut. For @josukebodyworship

Josuke stands at the edges of your vision. He glances between you and the tv screen showing the video game you’re invested in.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he announces.

“‘Kay,” you respond absentmindedly.

“… wanna join?” Comes his timid question.

This catches your attention. Your eyes tear away from the screen to stare at his slightly pink, embarrassed face before setting your controller on the coffee table. You get up and follow him to the bathroom, trying not to sound too excited in your gait. This is the first time he’s asked you to shower with him.

Clothes are shed, the water is set to the perfect temperature, and after a little shuffling around, the two of you are standing face to face, skin to skin, under a steady sprinkle of warm pseudo-rain. Giddy smiles plastered on both of your faces. You stand, holding each other, not sure what else to do from here.

Josuke reaches around you to retrieve his shampoo. “Guess we should, uh…” he gestures with his head to the bottle.

“Oh! Yeah!” you say, snapping out of your euphoric daze. You watch him pour a sizeable dollop of the cleansing goo in the palm of his hand. “Let me do it!” you exclaim before thinking about it. Josuke hasn’t let you mess up his treasured pompadour yet, and upon thinking twice, maybe he doesn’t want you to. He snaps the bottle shut, giving you a puzzled look. “Can I..?” You sheepishly ask.

"Uh. Sure." Josuke says. He holds the blob of shampoo out to you so you can scoop it out of his palm.

You slather it between your hands while you watch him wet his hair - his style hardly undone. He clears his face of the water, and blinks a few times before looking at you once more. Taking your cue, you stand on your tiptoes to card your goopy fingers through his hair. Your hands caress his scalp, fingers curling gently around his raven locks.

"Mmm..." he hums.

You pull away. "Sorry! If I'm going too hard, please let me know."

"No, it's nice. Keep going."

You return to work a lather in his hair. When you palm the front of his pompadour to add it to the mix, you glance at his face to be sure you're not getting any shampoo in it. Josuke's eyes are closed, his lips tipped into a small smile. He looks happily content. You can't help but smile, too, even if he can't see it.

Thinking that he'd be there, having you wash his hair for all eternity if you'd let him, you decide to be a little sly and place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He only hums in acknowledgement, but puts his hands on your waist to pull you closer.You stumble a bit on your toes, but his strong body catches you. Josuke still hasn't opened his eyes. Slower now, you kiss him fully on his lips, and he kisses back.

Both of you stay there, languidly peppering each other's faces with kisses while you continue to wash his hair. The subtle movements of your slick, wet bodies rubbing together creates an intimate heat between you. The makeout session moves to open mouths and tongues. You can feel his dick harden on your hip, moving up to your stomach with each gyration against your body.

Josuke breaks away, his breathing a little labored. Blue eyes swimming with lust look at you through dark lashes in a half-lidded gaze. "Your turn," he says with a smile, "let's get that cute body all soapy and clean." He dips down for another kiss while reaching behind you for your body wash.

Read on Ao3 here.

#josuke body worship week #saucy shower #hair washing #kissing #making out #Josuke Higashikata #Josuke x reader #gn!reader #jjba x reader #jjba x you #josuke x you #loverboytag #It's really on the mature side but rated E just to be safe

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